Chapter 22

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Jacob's high temperature made my heart drop for the hundredth time that week. I wasn't proud of the fact that beneath my concern and worry for my little brother, I held some deep anger for him.

In fact, I was furious with the only two guys in my life because they weren't responsible enough to tell me the truth before they left for practice on Sunday.

Instead of finding out about Jacob's hidden condition the easy way, I had to see him fighting for air on the freaking soccer field because his body was too weak and couldn't take the hard work anymore longer.

"How are you feeling?"

"I am feeling fine, Landler, stop with your unnecessary investigations please," my favorite human rolled his eyes at me rudely, then moved down his gaze to a folded piece of paper he tightly held.

"Once your temperature is low enough, and your fever is completely gone, I will stop being so nice," I promised him, making sure to look him in the eyes. But the little monster didn't seem to care about my warning and the intense eye contact. Instead, he looked hypnotized by the little piece of paper.

"Can you call Noah for me?" he pressed the paper against his chest, keeping the precious thing safe from any external dangers.

Speaking of Noah, he didn't disappear on Monday like he always tends to. He took care of Jacob when the lack of sleep started to affect me, and I couldn't keep my eyes open. And for some odd reason, whenever I woke up from my beauty sleep, the two of them were always surrounded by papers and pencils.

"Of course," I answered Jacob and walked out of the room, ignoring my fast heartbeats.

I reached the living room to see Noah sitting on the famous black couch, playing none other than video games. While standing next to the couch, waiting patiently for him to talk to me, I felt exhausted.

Here he goes again with his stupid mood swings.

Unfortunately for him, the fact that he didn't even glance my way forced me to forget about Jacob's request and face him and his lovely personality.

"I spoke with Ms.Brown a few days ago."

"I am happy for you," he said sarcastically, not for once moving his gaze from the tv to my irritated self. The player on the screen entered an abandoned building, placed in the middle on nowhere.

"She said you should show up more often, because, you know, we have a freaking project to finish."

Inside the building, you could clearly see a big mess. Items of furniture were destroyed or unarranged. Broken pieces of glass were all over the dusty floor, waiting for their prey, threatening to make him feel the sharp pain they are able to cause.

"I already told you not to worry about it, about anything. What the fuck do I need to do to make you trust me on that one?"

"Trust is a big word."

The player, controlled by Noah's large hands, began to wander around the creepy building.

"Annoying is also a big word, but you don't seem to care," he sounded bored out of his mind.

"I just think that we should work on it together, as a normal pair of friends."

All of a sudden, the lights were out in the building. The darkness started to spread throughout the imaginary world of the video game.

"We are not friends, and we will never be," he promised, not taking his eyes off the tv, trying to search for the light and get his player out of the unknown.

"Why not? I am living in your house. We go to the same school together for years now. You know about me more than anyone else in this world. Why can't we just be friends?" I was close to begging. Ever since the party, I felt like I needed to make things right again between us.

"Because I have enough bullshit to deal with, I don't need yours as well."

Gunshots.

Gunshots straight to my heart. I mean, straight to the player's heart.

I didn't stay to see the horrible killer or the unfortunate death. I ran straight to the door, thinking of the fresh air against my hot tears.

I had the innocent thought that he might care about me after all.

Before I had the chance to break free, Noah wrapped his powerful hands around my waist.

"Don't touch me!" I cried out and tried to escape his firm grip. The tears were streaming down my face. And for the first time in years, stopping them was the last thing I cared about.

"Don't be ridiculous, Sky," my nickname sounded so soft coming out of his mouth, which angered me even more. I fought harder against his solid grip, then, with the help of God, finally managed to back away from him.

I took a step towards the door, eager to sense some freedom. However, the disturbing grip came back again.

This time, around my wrist.

The devil himself turned me around to face him and noticed my sticky tears.

I saw regret, concern, but in a blink of an eye, he took a deep breath and buried his emotions deep inside, hiding them away from me.

"I don't want to see your face right now," I spat the words at him hatefully.

"It's a Wednesday night, don't you have to fight someone?"

"I am staying here with you."

"Just let me go. I need to breathe some air," I tried, once again, to free myself from his hold without any success.

"No. All you need is to stop fighting me and rest," he eyed my hand furiously.

"Let go of my hand, Noah, I am dead serious."

But the guy I was starting to catch feelings for didn't mind how dead or serious I truly was at that moment. He lifted me from the floor and placed me on the black couch a second later.

We could only stare at each other.

We were tired of fighting, tired of pretending.

"I am so mad at you," I whispered to the thin air.

"I know," he wiped my tears carefully, almost like my skin burned him.

"You-you- you hurt my feelings, Noah. Every time you say things like that, it hurts right here," I placed my shaking hand on my heart when the tears began to blur my vision again.

Yet, Noah did the unexpected and kissed my forehead softly. All I felt was warmth, extreme warmth taking control over my body. That simple kiss meant everything to me.

"I am sorry."

Feeling overwhelmed, I laid down on the cold leather and closed my eyes, replaying the kiss and those three words over and over again while my heart provided my thoughts with a fast melody.

What am I doing? What is happening to me?

Noah is not the relationship type of guy- he said it himself.

"Stay here. I have something that will make you feel better."

The vanilla ice cream he carried on his way back to the cozy living room made me doubt his beliefs on relationships.

Out of all the ice cream flavors inside the fridge, he brought my favorite. After every dinner, Jacob takes his chocolate-flavored ice cream and hands me the vanilla one. Noah doesn't eat with us, he watches, and on rare cases even smiles.

However, the fact that he noticed how I eat my ice cream surprised me.

We sat on the couch together and ate the ice cream in silence. The mixed feelings made me crazy, but I had to put them aside and let my mind rest for a change.

"I turned eighteen today," Noah admitted quietly with a troubled expression.

"You did?" he nodded slowly and took a second bite from our shared ice cream, not meeting my wide-open eyes.

"Today is your birthday, Noah! Why do you look so depressed?"

"I guess this day reminded me of things I want to forget."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Please say yes.

"No. I just need you to know that I was in a bad mood today, and I took it out on you."

"Don't let it happen again," I told him, not expecting an answer.

We both knew that as long as we live together, all kinds of emotions will be out there, bringing us together, or pushing us apart.

But Noah Adams told me something real about himself today.

It wasn't the whole truth, but it was a start. 

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